I've made a friend of these taer soaked skies
All the days fade to black and you know this makes me sick!
I've made a friend of these strangers eyes
All the kids face the back and you know this makes me sick!
Straight down this line is where it ends
All roads take us home
Thousands of people are killing themselves!
You've got to bury us whole
You've got to pray
You've got to play
You've got to try sometimes
Straight down this line is where it ends